Nightsky[Ghost]

[nightsky]

Real Name:Nightsky
The Name I call myself:Ghost
Breed:Paint
Season:9 years
Appearance: Most horses are either, white, black, red, or brown I am a mix. My coat it white with large brown almost redish spots on it. Other than my odd paint coloring I have no other markings. My hooves are stained in black. I see through hazel eyes. My mane and tail and white with some brown hairs.

Personality:

[The time when I was a Foal]-- After being abandoned by my mother I thought the whole world was trying to kill me. I used to hide among the shadows and run as if my life was in danger anything another equine tried to speak to me. I was shy, very quiet, and kind of dumb. It would be during this period of my life where I would develop my craziness.

--When I realized no one was coming after to kill me I started to be confident and stubborn. My beautiful odd shaped coat attracted many stallions and I often found myself heartbroken. Many stallions would quickly fall in love with me and then just as quickly fall out of love with me. I blame Bob for this. He is part of my insanity. He is a little man that makes up half of my personality. I am overally random and stubborn when it comes to my views.

[Age 5]--When you get your heart broken enough you kind of perfer to keep things to yourself. I hate the world because they always try to get to know me or pretend they know everything about me. But just because I look shy, doesn't mean I am. I am just chosing to ignore you. I am very strong willed, no one can hurt me. Its almost as if I am invincble. You can't kill me. Thou, of course I am like everyone else, I do not have super powers.

[Age 9] I am quite easy going. I say exactly what's on my mind whenever there is something on my mind. I have no care for what other equines think of me. I like to pretend the world is a happy place and then there is me. Stuck in the middle of a dream and insanity. I call it my Fairytale.

History: That requires alot of backtracking...

Firstly. Lets start at birth

Mine wasn't a happy one. It was the first and last day I had a mother. My mother is Nightmare, but nobody knows it. I also have a sister her name is Shabuna. Princess of the wind..dark wind..something along that line. Can't excatly remember, don't really care.

That was my birth.

My Name

Ok, I'm a competle stranger to the whole world, after my birth. I thought I would just stay to the shadows, grow up there, become big strong. I called myself Ghost, not NightSky. Why? Its because I lived like a Ghost. People saw me once, and thats all they got. Plus they only saw me at night, I refused to come out during the day. Another reason why I chose the path of Darkness.

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One year after my birth

I haven't meant many people. Just kinda still wandering. But I have seen my mother again, but only in the shadows. I didn't say hi or nothing like that to her. I have not seen my twin sister thou. It will be suprising to see her when I do. I look forward to it. I'm finding I like the smell of blood. It's almost like I get high from it or something..could explain my friend bob...

Meeting Cavalla

I left Flamming Passions on my second birthday. I had decided that I had enough of this sneaking around and playing stupid. I made my way to the valley called Petals Of The Moon. Pretty name, not such pretty lands. There aren't as many horses there as here. It was kind of peaceful. This is where I met Cavalla. She was nice, and not totally ignoring me when we first met. She was someone who I trusted, and I enjoyed that feeling. I bathed myself in it. She was one of the first mares to know about my history, my name, and who my mother was. She is still my friend to this day. And probably always will be.

My Return

I came back to Flamming Passions after I became a mare. I was on the search to find, and kill the one that had given me birth. She calls herself Nightmare.

Her Death

Nightmare died when I finally found her. Along with her so called friend Macon who I had just recently met only afew days ago. Together me and Cavalla killed one of her victums, (rebels) and my most hated enemy.

Forest

This is my daugther. Althought, shall I say, I am not the great parent ever I am better than most. We go our seperate ways and keep many comments to ourselfs. But that is being part of being dark. You learn to live by yourself. This, I am afraid, my child as also learned.

She has Grown

My daughter has finally become a fullgrown mare. She speaks what is on her mind and does what she believes should be done. I raised her like a neutral but she chose the path of darkness. She is quite beautiful with the mixture of white and black upon her pelt, it almost seems like a blueish color. A blue roan.

Her Rape

My beloved Forest was raped, she is only 4 years old, so she is still quite a young mare. Her rapest is named Satin Stitches, I have heard of him before but she still does not know his name. She was raped in Black Forest in spring of my year 6. I am not able to tell you if the child will live or not yet for he has not been born. This child will either be born dead or with severe birth defects considering the fact she is always bashing her stomach into trees or anything else that is rock solid. It's suprising that the lil child hasn't stopped growing inside of her yet.

Her Child

It is unknown why but Forest's child was born without eyes. Forest had a hard time dealing with and I just didn't want to put up with it. Evenutally I found that I barely had an affect on her life as she had on mine. She calls her little colt, Ruhr.

Too much for the Father

It may have been the child. It may have been the constant love from Forest. Whatever it was he left Forest and Ruhr for 6 months and then decided to show back. Of course he ended up getting in an earthquake and his left eye is no longe usable. In a way it seems he doesn't even bother to use his left side anymore. Him and Ruhr seem very distance. Ruhr enjoys nature and Satin Stitches enjoys killing things. What a beautiful father and son relationship.

Age 5

I have gone through many hardships with brutes but the one that had the most affect on me was Diavolo, or as he calls himself Prowler. Only a few days ago a stallion named Kingsley brought me news of his death. Haha. Time to celebrate.

BOB

Well since you asked..its a friend who lives in my head. Its dead one second, but only cuz I'm pissed off. And he's alive the next. Its important to note that bob is a boy. of what species..Dont ask..I have no dunno. hehe. Oh ya. and bob is also the little vocie in my head that makes me crazy. If it weren't for Bob I would be sane. Although being insanse is just way more fun then being sane. Does that make sense. I hope not, cuz that would be sane. hehe.